A Crap Story.

Now I'm not usually one to delve into toilet humour for shits and giggles, (excuse the pun) but I must of done one of the loudest trouser trumpets on the top deck of the 194 bus this morning.
Even I was taken back in suprise by it's uninvited presence.
Sounded exactly like how I'd imagine a New Yorker would sound if he said "What?" while you were sitting on his face.
It's a good thing no-one else was on the top deck with me - I very much doubt that i could bluff my way out of that ambient disgrace for one second.